「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Haein, a selfish and spoiled rich girl, fakes a marriage with a man her father would never aprove of to ruin his remarriage plans, only to find her revenge plot backfiring in unexpected ways. 」
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[Please, Please, Please] - [Sabrina Carpenter]
Jake had always prided himself on his ability to navigate situations with calculated precision rather than relying on luck. As he scrubbed vigorously at the dishes in the bustling hotel kitchen, he hadn't expected Haein to confront him so directly, but here she was, standing just behind him.
A throat cleared behind him, drawing Jake's attention away from the dishes. Without turning, he quipped dryly, "Didn't think you'd miss me so soon."
Haein scoffed dismissively, her voice cutting through the ambient noise of the kitchen. "Huh? I'm just here to inform you I'm going to a party tonight."
Jake couldn't help but smirk at her directness. "Ah, you're asking for permission."
"In your dreams," Haein shot back sharply. "I'm just here to tell you, period."
She started to turn away, but Jake's voice stopped her in her tracks. "No, you're not going anywhere."
She froze, a mixture of irritation and defiance clouding her features. She turned back to face him, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Why are you suddenly taking the husband role so seriously? Just act like a stand-up guy."
Jake paused, the soapy water dripping from his hands as he met her gaze. His mind raced with retorts, his eyes narrowing slightly as he chose his words carefully. "Then, let's go together."
Haein's jaw tightened, her fists clenching momentarily at her sides. She held his gaze for a long, tense moment, the silence thick with unspoken words.
"I'd rather die."
Then, with a frustrated exhale, she turned on her heel and strode away without another word, leaving Jake to ponder the implications of their clash as he returned to his task.
Haein returned to her friends, her steps slightly hurried as she approached their circle on the beach. The golden rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the sand, painting the scene in hues of amber and peach. A gentle breeze tousled her hair, carrying with it the faint scent of saltwater and seaweed.
